Chapter 1206

At present, Lupin has not returned to black's old house.

According to the information delivered below, abufus, whom lupin went to, has already demonstrated his skills on the streets of London, but he doesn't know where he has gone.

Although lupin mentioned in front of the old house that he wanted to invite more than aberforth, he clearly said that aberforth must be the most difficult person he was looking for.

According to Mundungus' idea, the most difficult one is usually the last one, right?

Now, even aberforth has arrived in London, but what about lupin?

After pacing back and forth in the reception room for several times, owls still fly here from time to time in the hallway outside, and intelligence materials fall on the long table of memories and pile up constantly.

But now, Mundungus had no mind to look through the envelopes or notes, because he found that the pointer of the wall clock would soon point to a predetermined time.

If at ordinary times, Lupin would summarize and sort out the information on time every day and send it to Kingsley for further screening before it was sent to Maka. However, in this special period, the intermediate link that Kingsley is responsible for is usually skipped directly, so that Kingsley has more time to do more important things.

However, even if Marca's speed of checking the data has always been very fast, we can't send all the unorganized information to him at Black's old house, can we?

Mundungus glanced back at the clock on the wall, then looked at the information on the table that was still high, and couldn't help crying - what he was most concerned about now was not whether lupin had an accident, because what bothered him most at the moment was the "mountain of intelligence" on this table, which he didn't know where to start.

If this messy pile of paper is sent to Maka as it is... Oh! Mundungus did not dare to imagine what the result would be.

Yes, Maka really seldom swears, but once that guy gets angry, it's much more terrible than others!

Seeing the time approaching, Mundungus, in all his anxiety, picked up several reports from the table and spread them out.

Since it is only the original information, you can see that the above content is actually quite brief and clear:

"Near the 'Fordham and Mason' mall on Piccadilly street, there are wizards and people who spontaneously gather to help Auror defeat three black Wizards?"

Once he glanced at the first note, Mundungus blinked immediately - he found that he was a little uncertain. He didn't know whether it was worth sending it to Maka.

Putting the note aside, he opened a short letter and read it casually:

"... ten minutes ago, I witnessed a crazy black wizard running in Hyde Park, and finally ran all the way into the snake lake and never landed again?"

Weighing the thin stationery, Mundungus tilted his head again.

"Well... Drowned?" he said in a daze, "well, it shouldn't be useful."

Putting the second message aside, he took a deep breath and grabbed the third intelligence in great distress.

"Please, at least one of these three copies I can get accurate news!" Mundungus prayed and looked at it, "'a small dead body was found in Red Brick Lane in the eastern district. The body surface was intact and the magic wand was lost. It is confirmed that the deceased was a black wizard and may have died of the Killing Curse '... Oh! All the dead are dead, and the magic wand has not been found. What's the use? Do you keep it for the poisonous tentacle as fertilizer?"

Patting the third document in his hand on the table, Mundungus scratched his head in pain.

"Fuck Merlin's smelly feet! Lupin, please don't have anything. Come back and save me!"

……

At this time, it was not long before Mundungus was crying and howling in the old black house. Maka, who was talking to Neville and Hannah, suddenly turned her head sideways, as if she felt something.

"It should be the person I'm waiting for. Sit here and I'll go out and have a look."

After that, he took out the wand in the nod and response of Neville, temporarily relieved St. Mungo's protective magic, and then went straight through the closed door.

As soon as he came out of the window glass of the old department store, Marcello turned his head and looked at the corner of the wizard who was sneaky and wrapped in an invisibility cloak.

However, he just glanced at it and said nothing more. Then he turned and walked into the nearby lane. He didn't say anything until the other party followed his footsteps and sneaked in

"Dedaro, hard work - give me something!"

As an old member of the order of the Phoenix since its inception, dedaro is definitely a loyal partner. Unfortunately, born in Hufflepuff, he is extremely mediocre and low-key in both talent, ability and character.

Even when Professor McGonagall mentioned him, he only said that he was a wizard with "no mind and little attention".

But of course, as long as it is loyal and firm enough, it must be a good partner worthy of everyone's respect.

After all, over the past few years, we have experienced too many winds and waves. With his ability, he can stay in the order of the Phoenix and devote his life silently without being disturbed by various variables, which is obviously an extremely difficult persistence.

Now, even Maka is quite polite to the old man.

But at the next moment, he saw that the other party handed out a suitcase from under the invisibility cloak, which had never been used before to deliver messages, and silently put it at his feet.

"Hmm?" as Maka bent down to lift it, she couldn't help wondering, "how do you use the box today?"

"This is what dunger gave me. He said the intelligence documents he wanted to give you were put in it... Well, he specially told me not to open it. I think there may be some important information this time."

Although de Dalo is not smart, he also knows that it is best not to show up easily with his low strength, so he didn't come out from under the invisibility cloak from beginning to end.

When he said this, Marca nodded slightly - he didn't think it was strange that he heard the name of Mundungus from each other. Because he knew that Mundungus had been fighting with lupin to help receive and transmit intelligence information.

However, when he opened his suitcase and touched it, the invisible dedaro found that his expression suddenly became subtle.

"Marca, what's the matter? Is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, no," said markaton, shaking his head. "I just suddenly understand why he uses his suitcase today... Wait, isn't lupin at home now?"

"Ah, not really," said dedalo softly. "He went out after midnight today and said he was looking for some helpers to supplement Kingsley's combat strength."

"Really..." Maka nodded slightly and said clearly, "well, I know. Then you go back quickly! By the way, be careful on the road. If something happens, don't be reluctant to use the magic medicine I gave you."

"OK, I'll go now - be careful yourself."

After the two said, Maka felt that the magic source belonging to dedaro immediately began to stay away from herself and hurried out of the alley.

After the other party completely disappeared from his sensing range, Maka quickly returned to the entrance of St. Mungo with the suitcase containing information, and silently walked in through the glass.

"Marca."

As soon as he reappeared at the door, Neville and Hannah quickly stood up from the bench.

"Is there nothing wrong outside?"

"Well, it's all right," Marca nodded. "It must be that halbo is not interested in St. Mungo for the time being. There's no black wizard nearby."

Just then, he suddenly picked up the suitcase in his hand and shook it in front of them.

"Just in time, if you're not sleepy, you can help me do some small work... Of course, I'd prefer you to go to bed as soon as possible."

"You'd better do something!" Neville didn't think much at all, and quickly took a shortcut. "Even if you lie down now, you probably still can't sleep. It's more uncomfortable to turn around -"

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly turned his head to look at Hannah and then asked:

"Why don't you go to sleep first? I saw you yawn just now..."

"No, no, I'll accompany you."

When Neville heard her say this, he couldn't help scratching his head with hesitation. Then he looked sorry and said to Maka:

"Well... Otherwise, I'd better go to bed!"

"That's a good choice," said Maka, winking at him with a rather teasing smile. "Go! Don't think too much after lying down. Things won't be so bad that you don't even have the freedom to sleep. In addition..."

"What?"

Neville, who felt a little embarrassed because of his smile, was suddenly stunned. But Maka suddenly waved her hand, kept a smile on her face and said:

"Nothing, I just want to say, at least I'm here. You can rest assured to have a good sleep!"

Watching Neville and Hannah snuggle up to each other and slowly go up the stairs, the smile on Marca's face gradually disappeared when they went upstairs.

In fact, because Neville wanted him to take Hannah away, he just wanted Neville to discuss and communicate with Hannah.

But when he thought of the result of communication, it was likely that Hannah would stay, even if he didn't want to mention it.

Obviously, his contradictory psychology also applies to Hermione and Luna.

After casting magic to isolate the door from the surrounding area, Maka opened the suitcase again and turned it upside down on the spot.

For a moment, a large number of ciphertext, simple letters and notes loaded in by Mundungus were immediately dumped out and piled on the ground.

Needless to say, the guy obviously couldn't help it at last. He gathered it up and sent it all to Maka.

"Great, my dear dung."